Word: womanizing
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Solid backlogs of the editorial staff are three invaluable Lorimer legacies. Oldest in point of service is the A. W. Neall whose name for years has held the No. 2 place in the Post's masthead. Few readers know that she is a woman. Adelaide Neall, fresh out of Bryn Mawr, got into the organization by picking Graeme up when he fell off his pony at a Lorimer garden party in 1909. She handles the magazine's poetry, contacts, encourages, and makes story suggestions to most of the Post's women writers, a few men like...
Most memorable shot in either reel is one taken in burning Nanking before the cameramen boarded the Panay. It shows a Chinese woman, one child in her arms, another tugging at her from behind, squatting beside a corpse, her crinkle-faced, open-mouthed misery oblivious of the camera as again & again she picks up and drops the dead hand of her husband...
...dealing with criminals plentifully sprinkled in amongst the comics. After the curtain rises again, Letty Madison slowly but effectively outwits the motley gang of variously disguised crooks that has taken possession of her old Connecticut homestead to perpetrate a kidnapping act. The team consists of an unemployed minister, a woman who pretends to bear the baby several days before it is kidnaped, the doctor who attends at the bogus birth, and a nurse. The "mother" gets excessively nervous, so the minister, the brains of the organization, orders her extermination. Previously, however, Letty has announced herself to be the mother...
...goes out to get drunk for the last time he can pay for. The son, who has become a neurotic one-armed cripple in the violent so-called service of his country, turns out to be equally base. In fact, the play almost reduces to a eulogy of woman as the great creator and preserver, and subscribes to the doubtful thesis that men alone make hate and bloodshed...
...doctor's office overlooked Central Park at a height of seventeen elevator seconds from the imitation marble floor. It resembled the attic of a mechanically-and-chemically-inclined household; his secretary had the look of a woman who had taken one look at the attic and refused, on practical grounds to tidy it. The doctor opened his mouth in a smile and pointed out a chair. Assuming that he was offering a seat, the Vagabond sat down. No, the doctor said, I want to know if you can see that chair; this is my own preliminary eyesight test...